Lyrics:
Yeah
Mm, mm
Same bar, same street
I'm twenty, but I still feel like fifteen
Oh, oh
Same fears, same dreams
Still tryna get my brother to like
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three
Mr. Grant, Davis and me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I swear by God it is
window shopping
All around the square.
Little old lady, time for tea
Here's a kiss, two or three,
You're just like that little old lady,
I hold dear
(I'm not trying to be nosey babe, oh no)
We gotta let this one breathe, Just
Just let it breathe for a sec
(I'm not trying to give you no advice)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter
Dear Mama, well here's a letter from your girl
Well I think my city days are done gone
And it ain't been three weeks since I came
And Mama, do
I got a playlist packed it with your favorites
My name ain't made it, hold on... still...
I seen my watch go by like twenty four times
Sitting here
your sink
Don't know why, but you and I should agree
That belongs in Part 3 of my confessions
Baby, forgive me
I'm still trying to figure out
Why I used
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Juvenile and Jigga
The remix
You at the point of no return, ha?
If your daddy get out the way with you
You gon' see
And you're the one (two, three, four)
Babe, I'm here, I'm back
So love me do
I want you too (three, four, five)
Babe, I'm buzzin' around your hive
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel
We sat all night around a table
Trying to string three words together
Time has come and by the way, mine's a double
By the way, mine's a double
Fellas swing their chicks in Duke's place
Come on, get your kicks in Duke's place
You find yourself a seat, and when you want to eat
You look around
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Juvenile and Jigga
The remix
You at the point of no return, ha?
If your daddy get out the way with you
You gon' see
Just do what you do best with me
Dance me all around the room
Spin me like a ballerina, super high
Dance me all around the moon
Light me up like
(Three, four)
Did you ever make it back to El Dorado?
I'd call and ask, but hell if I know
If I still got your number or if you care
You moved
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
a flag folded 3-cornered, layin' by itself
The sergeant would surely be honored to know how pretty she still is
And after all these lonely years, his
of the night
Somethin' just ain't right, midnight
Where's that mornin' light? Midnight
I'm used to makin' it by myself
Oh Lord, but this here is somethin'
three-hundred acres of cotton corn and a little bit of gravel
All bought up by a builder from downtown
Tomorrow when the Earth starts a-shakin' and the walls
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter
get
What I mean is maybe I have more patience than I'm able to admit
Yeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch
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